The night I graduated from high School seemed to be the worse night of my life. My mother and step-father were both sick, my boyfriend had broken up with me the month before. I fought back tears the whole time, hoping beyond hope that someone would show up. The only good thing, or so it seemed, was that it had rained and rained all day, making the whole event seem as miserable as I was.
I had caught a glimpse of Dave Mann, an old friend of my step-father who was now his enemy. The roses someone had brought to me, just after the ceremonies, had to have come from him but, look as I did, I could not find him anywhere. I quickly changed, hurried out to my car and got out of town as fast as I could.
The beer tasted as bad as it had ever tasted but, as I drove around the countryside, it seemed to be the only friend I had in the world. By midnight I was drunk and crying, knowing I was too drunk to drive back into town and make it home. I was fucked!
Maybe my car had more brains than I as it headed up this road and down another until, to my utter amazement, I was pulling into David Mann's drive way.
Dave stood in the doorway as I staggered up in the drive in the downpour. I stood in front of him, my head bowed down in total shame. Then I looked up at him as my tears blended with the drops of rain running down my face.
"You are crazy, aren't ya?" Dave grumbled, uncrossing his arms and motioning me to come into his house.
"Thanks for the flowers," I said in a half-whispered voice.
"You deserved them," he replied dryly, leading me into the dimly lit living room.
Sitting down on the couch, he eyed me as he pulled a cigarette from the crush proof box of Viceroys. I saw his eyes move up and down my body as he lit the cigarette, tossed the lighter to the coffee table and shook his head.
"I'm sorry," I said, fighting back the tears. "I just can't go home right now."
"I can see that," he said, shaking his head, the familiar crooked grin pulling at the right corner of his lips. "Come on, let me find you something to wear and we'll get those clothes dried. How is that for a start?"
Once in the bathroom, I tried to strip out of the wet clothes, made no easier by my drunken state. When Dave opened the door a little, handing me one of his shirts to put on, I handed him my blouse, pants and socks. "All of your clothes, young lady," he insisted. Quickly I stripped off the wet bra and panties, handed them to him as I turned to put on the large, plaid shirt.
With the shirt on, I looked up to see myself in the mirror. My face turned beet red as I realized I must have just gave Dave a good show of stripping.
Going back to the living room, now finding it impossible to look him in the eye, I found Dave waiting with a blanket to wrap around me. Once I was wrapped up and sitting in a blue easy chair, he offered to get something warm for me to eat. At that instant it seemed so much like the times I had come over to go swimming in his pool a few years earlier. I had to smile as I accepted his offer of hot food, remembering how he had walked in on me once when I was changing out of my skimpy bathing suit. Hell, I told myself, he hadn't seem anything he hadn't before.
I looked around the dark room, remembering the times I had sat here just like this: Late at night, the lights turned down and a movie playing after Dave had made a big bowl of pop corn. I had been hot for him then. I looked around the dark oak paneled room... I still was hot for him, I thought with a drunken giggling.
Movies? Something caught my eye from the other aside of the room. The VCR was playing, the numbers slowly clicking up on the counter. I wondered what he had been watching, reach down and picked up the television control and turned the big screen on. Instantly, the movie caught me eye as I fumbled for the "MUTE" button.
A man and a woman, both naked, playing their own version of "reach out and touch someone". She was riding him on top, her big breasts flopping up and down, back and forth as she slammed her body against his. The man's fingers, clawed, played and tried to keep up with the thrashing tits above him. My God, Dave was watching porn!
"You shouldn't be watching that," Dave said dryly, bringing a plate with two hamburgers and hash browns on it, sitting it down and reaching for the controller.
"No," I giggled, pulling the controller under my blanket. "I think its cool. Come on, let me watch."
